You committed suicide right in front of me
Killing every thing I once saw in you
And becoming the hardest lesson I've ever had to learn
Teaching me that "finding yourself" roughly translates to finding your way between another girl's legs
******* away emotions that you are too much of a coward to embrace
I now comprehend in entirety that "missing me" barely passes as ******* when the dates and times don't match up
Confused no more
I can clearly see that loving me was only a passing convenience
And I'm sorry for wasting so much time missing something that  obviously never was